You people are amazing. Haley, Sarah, and Carolina John, thank you for the hugs. Your virtual hugs managed to make me feel as good as the real ones I got from all the residents yesterday. Erik, Chirunner, and Diana, thank you for your kind words and encouragement. This support system called blogging is simply amazing. Glaven...you have such a gift with words. I still want to be your little sister (unless of course you were the kind that tortured your siblings...) And Marna Marie....I miss you terribly.
So thank you, everyone. Really. Because today went better than it would have without all of you out there sending good energy my way. Marie died this morning. I did everything I have to do when someone dies, a routine that is feeling a bit too familiar with this being the third death in five days. I gave the family lots of hugs and support, and then I did the only other thing I could think to do. I went for a run. For three hours.
I feel better.
Oh! I almost forgot. The sheriff never came because Pearl found her costume jewelry. This isn't because she had misplaced it in the first place, but because whoever robbed her snuck back into her apartment and put it back. Because robbers do that you know.
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Glad to hear we all make a difference in others lives!
I know I am not looking forward to going back to work next week, I know my favorite patient will no longer ever be there either-sucks, but life moves on and there will be others that come into my life in their own special way!
I'm so glad things went better. Isn't it amazing how runs can do that!!
Sometimes our obsessions can save our lives.
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I'd be proud to have you as my little sister but - full disclosure - I kinda was the type to torture younger siblings. Well ... younger sibling, singular. I was #6 of 7 kids and when #7 - my little sister - came along 5 years after me, I had probably gotten used to the idea that I was gonna be the youngest and the center of attention. So she really GOT IT from me for queering THAT sweet deal. (Or so she claims to this day.)
Plus, by that time, I'd had 5 years of the sh*t that flows downhill from 3 older sisters and two older brothers - FINALLY, someone for ME to dump on!
But I'm over that now, so welcome to the family!
LMAO at the Pearl story. That kinda funny makes it all a little more bearable, don't it?
Also - a THREE HOUR RUN? Will you be my mentor? I need to run for at least an hour today before the rain and I'm dreading it!
I am so glad you feel better, little sister!
Pearl cracks me up!
GQ--I just KNEW somehow you were that type. Also, I feel I should clarify so not to misrepresent...I actually only ran for 2 hours, 59 minutes and 56 seconds. (15.6 miles. The iPod died at mile 3, so I had lots of time to meditate.)
I'm glad you're feeling better. I am continually impressed that you can do what you do at all - it definitely takes a special kind of person with an unlimited capacity for compassion I think. On behalf of my aging relatives, thank you.
:) I only wish that the people at my grandma's Alzheimer's center were like you!!! And that her robbers would return her stuff as well!
I miss you too, sweetie. So glad you're feeling better, maybe I should start running? :)
Glad you're feeling better. Those funks can really take it out of you. I've been bouncing in and out of one for a while now.
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